Strap For Teacher, Scene #01

Skin Diamond's tattoos catch classroom light like she's waiting for trouble. Somebody sees school property ruined. Mr. Kade calls her into his office when everybody's gone, locks the door and jams a fat ball gag between her teeth. He yanks her skirt up and lays into her bare ass with his bare hand until the prints bloom red across brown skin. Breathing hard, he jerks open his bottom drawer for a bigger paddle—only she spies the crop, the cuffs, and the wicked silicone cock glistening there like a threat. She laughs behind the gag, moves fast, and Kade's flat on his knees before he can stop her. She snaps on the harness, greases that huge toy with lube, bends the pale professor over his own desk, and drills his ass with slow, savage thrusts. Every time he moans, she slaps his thigh with the crop and tells him to take it. When she's done, she slides the dripping shaft across his tongue, forces it down his throat until he gags, then shoves three sticky fingers between his lips so he can lick the cum she just pumped out of him. Skin watches him swallow, eyes bright, hips still moving like she owns him. Power tastes better than praise.